Chapter 158: Making Up for It

Mother Fu said, “Aren’t you always calling me Mom? There’s nothing to thank me for. Hurry up and eat—the noodles won’t taste good if they get soggy.”

“Okay.” Qin Wenhuo immediately started eating heartily.

He had to admit, his mother-in-law’s noodles were really delicious.

Just then, Fu Mingxue came out after her shower.

“Mom, why aren’t you going to bed yet? You can just leave that bowl there and wash it tomorrow.”

Qin Wenhuo quickly chimed in, “Mom, you should go to bed. I’ll wash the bowl in a bit.”

Mother Fu was about to say, “How long could it take to wash a bowl?”

But then she realized these two hadn’t seen each other in a while.

So she changed her mind and said, “Alright, I’ll go to bed first. You two should get some rest early too. Don’t worry about the bowl, just leave it there.”

With that, she went back to her room.

Once she left, only the young couple were left in the living room.

Qin Wenhuo looked at Fu Mingxue. “Do you want some?”

“No need, I’m her real daughter. If I wanted some, would my mom not make it for me? I already ate at the cafeteria—they had a late-night snack, so I told my mom ahead of time.”

She quickly added, “You take your time and eat. I’m going back to my room.”

With that, she left.

But as soon as she entered her room, she suddenly remembered—where was he going to sleep tonight?

Was he going to sleep with her?

Just thinking about it made her whole body tense up.

She—she—she had never slept with a man in either of her two lives!

What should she do now?

A wave of panic swept over her, and she couldn’t even focus on her book anymore.

She didn’t know how long she stayed in that state, until Qin Wenhuo came into the room.

He looked at Fu Mingxue with deep eyes. “Were you sitting here waiting for me?”

Hearing his voice, Fu Mingxue nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Who—who was waiting for you! I—I was just thinking about work. I have to reflect on my day after I get home… Yeah, that’s it—”

Qin Wenhuo: …?

If she hadn’t added that last sentence, he might have believed her.

But that sudden clarification was clearly overcompensating.

He smiled faintly. “That’s a good habit. But it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.”

The word “bed” made Fu Mingxue’s scalp tingle.

Oh god, going to bed already?

Was he planning to make up for their wedding night?

“I—I’ll sleep a little later. You—you go ahead—”

She stammered.

Just as she was about to move toward her desk, Qin Wenhuo pulled her back the next second.

She fell right into his arms, his grip tight around her waist.

“W-what are you doing?” Fu Mingxue got even more nervous.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

Last time he hugged her, it was nothing like this.

Because this time, she could clearly tell that something was going to happen with them holding each other like this.

This was definitely not an innocent hug—she could feel the man’s body heat, almost burning.

“Wife, our wedding night—we’ll make up for it tonight!”

Qin Wenhuo didn’t give Fu Mingxue a chance to refuse. He lowered his head and kissed her.

The softness of her lips made him pause for a moment, then he kissed her even deeper—

He’d said before, he got married not to be a monk, and he refused to be a fake husband.

Fu Mingxue hadn’t expected him to be so direct, kissing her right away.

The next second, he swept her up in his arms—

The next morning, when Fu Mingxue woke up, her whole body ached as if she’d been run over by a truck.

She looked back—he was already gone from the other side of the bed.

Good grief, was he a reincarnated ox? Where did all that brute strength come from?"